Lyrics отец Геннадий. Странник 4 - 11 Я плачу
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Я плачу, когда меня хвалят, –
Знать, Господу не угодил.
Когда-то они же ославят,
Лелея свой яростный пыл.
И праведным гневом исполнен,
Всяк выскажет свой приговор.
Злоречию буду покорен,
Не в силах возвысить свой взор.
Душе моей, страннице грешной,
Принять поношенье к лицу.
Пусть льются слова безутешно,
Полезные мне, гордецу.
Из колкостей и неприязней
Составлю свой вечный хитон,
Не будет достаточно грязи –
Молва донесет свой виссон.
И, может быть, грешную душу
Простит Милосердный Господь.
За слякоть, за зимнюю стужу,
За то, что не смог побороть.
И в жизни не будет такого,
Кого не смогу полюбить,
За все, что он скажет плохого,
У Господа милость просить.
Пройдет эта жизнь безоглядно,
Едва возгоревшись в ночи.
И все, что блеснет неприглядно,
Сгорит покаяньем свечи.
И медленно все, что забыто,
Пред взором слепым проплывет.
Пусть будет любовью покрыто
Что было и то, что грядет.
I cry when I'm praised, -
To know, the Lord did not please.
Once they will cheat,
Cherishing his fierce fervor.
And righteous anger is full,
Everyone will express his sentence.
Irritation will be subdued,
I can not lift my gaze.
My soul, a sinful wanderer,
Take ponoshenie to face.
Let the words flow inconsolably,
Useful to me, proud.
Of causticism and dislike
I will compose my eternal tunic,
There will not be enough dirt -
Rumor will deliver his fine linen.
And, perhaps, a sinful soul
Forgive the merciful Lord.
For the slush, for the winter cold,
For what I could not overcome.
And in life there will not be such,
Who I can not love,
For all that he says bad,
The Lord has mercy to ask.
It will pass this life recklessly,
Barely burned in the night.
And everything that flashes unsightly,
The candle will repent.
And slowly everything that is forgotten,
Before the eyes of the blind swims.
Let it be covered with love
What was and what is coming.
To know, the Lord did not please.
Once they will cheat,
Cherishing his fierce fervor.
And righteous anger is full,
Everyone will express his sentence.
Irritation will be subdued,
I can not lift my gaze.
My soul, a sinful wanderer,
Take ponoshenie to face.
Let the words flow inconsolably,
Useful to me, proud.
Of causticism and dislike
I will compose my eternal tunic,
There will not be enough dirt -
Rumor will deliver his fine linen.
And, perhaps, a sinful soul
Forgive the merciful Lord.
For the slush, for the winter cold,
For what I could not overcome.
And in life there will not be such,
Who I can not love,
For all that he says bad,
The Lord has mercy to ask.
It will pass this life recklessly,
Barely burned in the night.
And everything that flashes unsightly,
The candle will repent.
And slowly everything that is forgotten,
Before the eyes of the blind swims.
Let it be covered with love
What was and what is coming.